Tutoring Sex [MF] pt.3

In the first two: I hadn’t known Willow that well in college. Willow is Asian, and she was pre-med and didn’t date. She was thin and nerdy, then. After college, she got hot. She gained a bunch of weight, lost it again, and her 34Cs stayed. On a job interview in her city, we met for dinner. She came up to my hotel room after to “study” anatomy flashcards, and we studied each other. I found out her new tits were real but we didn’t fuck. Some of that weight had stayed on her ass, too. Several weeks later, she calls to tell me she’s met a guy. She’s never had sex in her life and wants me to be the one to teach her.

Part One: https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/br13cn/tutoring_sex_mf_pt1/

Part Two:

Tutoring Sex [MF] pt. 2 from gonewildstories

From then on, we were pretty much naked every time we were alone in a room together within fifteen minutes. And there were lots of times. Our first time was almost endearing. I’d fucked virgins before, but never on their explicit instructions to teach them what I knew, so that they could fuck someone else. I had to block that thought out so I wouldn’t think through the weird dynamics or feel pressure. And it wasn‘t difficult, I just focused on her magnificent tits, the thin, lithe Asian body with legs spread in front of me. For her first time, she was a little shy but not hesitant. She was a willing student, ready for anything I wanted to do to her. She was supple, eager and ready to explore sex with me.

She was tiny enough that I could pick her up and throw her around the way that she liked. It didn’t hurt that I was lifting weights regularly that season. For someone who hadn’t had penetrative sex until her mid-twenties, perhaps she’d watched porn a bit too much. Her moans and screams were loud like a Japanese AV movie – almost excessive responses to the things we were doing to each other. I had to often concentrate on thrusting into her so I wouldn’t be deafened and distracted. She liked her nipples sucked and lightly bitten, and she liked when I reached around to grab her booty to thrust deeper into her.

Even after she had sufficiently “learned” about sex from me and fucked her first boyfriend, we kept fucking, over and over again. She liked what it was like with me. She’d call and tell me she thought I really knew what I was doing. She‘d come over to my apartment, sit on my couch, make “fuck me” eyes at me. She knew how to accentuate her newfound curves, the way she would position her waist, making an “S” with her body. And when I saw her like that from across the room, I would come over and get slightly rough with her, grab her tits over her shirt, and then under, her bra would come off, and then we‘d be on the bed, on the couch, in the shower.

Amidst all the moaning and screaming, we had *so* much sex. The time where she couldn’t resist coming over because she needed to get fucked hard, even though she had a date after. After she came, and then I came, she had to run into the shower and then ask me whether she still smelled like sex. The time where we took a long road trip and all she did the whole time was to play with my cock and blow me as I drove – and then when we got to our hotel room we fucked each hard, on both beds, on every surface.

The time when she invited me over to her apartment, and when I walked in found her laying nude on her bed waiting for me to part her legs so that I could fuck her hard and quick. The time that she pulled up her skirt and asked me to take her hard doggy, without any foreplay, and otherwise fully dressed with her magnificent tits under multiple layers of clothing. The time where we found a secluded spot on the beach and she asked if she could sit on my lap, pulling aside her bikini and straddling my cock.

Her first relationship didn’t work out, and one day she asked me whether it was because she was fucking me throughout that relationship. Far from me to be a moral arbiter policing someone else’s decisions – but when she met her second boyfriend, and came over to my apartment and sat on my couch and made those “fuck me” eyes at me – I turned her down. I told her I wanted her to be happy, and wanted nothing more than for her next relationship to work. We would have sex again much later, and it would be just as good as I remember.

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